| lyric | In the days I went a courting
I was never tired resorting
to the alehouse or the playhouse
or many a house besides.
I told my brother Seamus
I’d go off and go right famous,
and before I’d come back again
I’d roam the world wide.
Chorus:
So goodbye Muirshcen Durkin I’m sick and tired of working
No more I’ll dig the praties, no longer I’ll be fooled
As sure as me name is Carney; I’ll go off to California
Where instead of diggin’ praties; I’ll be diggin’ lumps of gold.
I’ve courted girls in Blarney, in Kanturk and in Killarney
In Passage and in Queenstown, that is the Cobh of Cork
So goodbye to all this pleasure for I’m going to take me leisure
And the next time you will hear from me,
Will be a letter from New York.
Goodbye to all the boys at home,
I’m sailing far across the foam
To try and make me fortune in far Amerikay;
There’s gold and money plenty
For the poor and for the gentry;
And when I come back again I never more will stray. |